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One Night For The Avatar	By : moviefan Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 2014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(A/N: Looks like I met everyone's expectations when I finally delivered on the lemon. If you're still dissatisfied though, don't worry, there's still a lot more to come. This chapter gets a little... I guess dirtier and a little more hardcore. Not too much though, I'm trying to aim more for erotic than dirty or perverted, but you be the judge of that. Just know that a lot of different things are going to happen between these two before this story is over with. So if one brand of lemon wasn't your cup of tea, there will probably be another one later that will be. But if you're looking for a story that's less, um, lemon-y, I actually dropped another ATLA story today. It's a Zutara story of sorts, maybe, I guess, kind of, but it's very dark and angsty, kind of tragic really. Check it out though if you're interested. But for now, back to what you're all here for.)
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Chapter 4: Round Two
They laid together for a long time afterwards, holding each other tightly. Katara was aware of the feel of Zuko’s heart beating against hers with how closely they were pressed together, nearly matching the rhythm in her own chest. They were both bathed in sweat and breathing heavily, the movements causing their chests to rub against each other.
Zuko’s head had fallen down beside hers, and she felt his breath against her shoulder as he panted. They slowly came down from their high, their breathing and heart rates slowly returning to normal. Neither moved though, and Katara wasn’t entirely sure that was by choice as she realized that she currently had no feeling in her legs. Her entire body felt like mush, completely devoid of energy, leaving her feeling deliciously exhausted.
But after several minutes, Zuko seemed to recover some of his strength and lifted himself up. He rolled off her, and Katara felt his softened member slip free of her body as he collapsed on the bed next to her. They laid on their backs, side by side, both staring up at the ceiling. Neither looked at each other, though on Katara’s part, she was the only one doing that deliberately.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Zuko glance at her. “You were amazing, Katara. The best lover I ever had.”
She blushed and didn’t respond, choosing instead to turn on her side, facing away from him. What he had said sound like flattery, but she wondered how he could give her such praise when she had no experience before tonight. But after a few moments, she felt the bed shift as Zuko moved a pillow beneath their heads and pulled the covers up over them both to protect them from the chill of the night as the sweat cooled on their bodies.
With a wave of his hand, the fire in the room went out and his arms snaked around her, pulling her close so they were spooning and he nuzzled the back of her neck before pressing a kiss there. With his Firebender warm body though, the blankets might not even be necessary.
But did he really expect her to actually sleep here like this with him, naked in his arms? She wasn’t sure it was such a good idea, but she didn’t have the energy to resist. It made her feel embarrassed, even if she wasn’t sure why after everything they had done. There hadn’t been an inch of her that he hadn’t seen or touched, yet the thought of sleeping in the same bed together like this was what she found embarrassing? It was funny how that worked.
“I mean that,” he whispered in her ear as he ran his fingers up and down her hip. “You really are an incredible lover.”
She let out a forced laugh, not knowing how else to respond. “That can’t be true. I’ve never done anything like this before. How can I be the best lover you ever had?”
“The way you responded to me,” he replied simply. “The way you handled yourself. The feel of you in my arms, of you wrapped around my cock. The pure, raw, chemistry between us. There is much more to making sex good than simple experience or knowledge, Katara. But I must say, you do seem to be naturally talented. I’ve never cum that hard before in my life.”
Nor had she, all four times, but she certainly wasn’t going to tell him that. In any case, his words made her realize something she hadn’t considered before, and the realization sent a jolt of fear through her as the full impact of what they had done hit her.
“You shouldn’t have cum in me,” she scolded him quietly, still not looking at him. She felt him press another kiss to her shoulder as he nuzzled the back of her neck and side of her face, his legs entangling with hers as he gently stroked her legs and ankles with his feet.
“A real man always cums inside his partner, Katara,” he told her, sounding completely serious. “Sex isn’t truly fulfilling unless you do. It’s an additional feeling of pleasure for both to allow the man to empty himself inside a woman and for the woman to feel the man release inside her, and it allows the man to stay within the woman even after their lovemaking comes to an end. Did you not enjoy feeling my release?”
She did, very much so. The feel of his pulsing member exploding inside her, of the two of them cumming together, had made her orgasm even greater, and not just on the physical level, but an emotional one as well. It also struck some primitive core deep inside her that she couldn’t explain. She could feel his seed inside her even now, soft and warm, causing her insides to feel tingly, and the thought of having his essence inside her sent a shiver down her spine. She wondered if the feeling was perhaps some sort of primal, instinctual thing ingrained into all women.
“You still shouldn’t have done it,” she told him in the same quiet voice. “What if I…?”
She couldn’t say it, but she didn’t need to. The words become pregnant hung heavily in the air after she trailed off. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t considered that earlier. Of course there would be the risk of that happening; it was the main purpose of sex after all, and a single time was all it took.
What would she do if she really did end up pregnant with Zuko’s child? What would become of her? What would become of their child? The bastard offspring of the banished Fire Nation Prince and the daughter of the Chief of the Southern Water Tribe who was both friend and mentor to the Avatar that he was trying to capture. How exactly was that supposed to go down? Scandal didn’t do the idea justice.
Zuko’s arm tightened around her, holding her close as his hand found her breast and began gently kneading it. “You don’t have to worry about that. My soldiers often seek pleasurable company whenever we go ashore. So we always have a stock of contraceptive herbs on hand to avoid any… unwanted complications.”
“Oh,” she replied simply, not knowing what else to say. She was at least glad that Zuko and his soldiers were prepared for such things. Contraceptives weren’t exactly on the list of things she, Sokka, and Aang had thought they would need whenever they went shopping, and so were rather lacking in that area.
“I’ll give you some to take with you later,” he continued, peppering kisses over the back of her neck and shoulder. “In any case, I’m glad you made this offer, Katara, and that you didn’t back down from it. Because you were right, I have wanted this for a long time, and it was everything I’ve dreamed of and more.”
Katara grabbed handfuls of the blanket and hugged it to her. “Then our deal still stands? You’ll let Aang go? My brother and me too? Also Appa and Momo?”
She felt him nod against her. “I gave my word, Katara. I’ll make the arrangements to ensure your… ‘escape’ tomorrow. But I can’t let my soldiers or uncle find out what I’m doing.”
This time she nodded. She could only imagine what his soldiers would do if after chasing down the Avatar for all this time and finally managing to capture him that Zuko himself, the one who basically dragged them all across the nations, just let him go for a bit of sex. That certainly wouldn’t go over well.
“So, what are you going to do?” she asked curiously.
“Just let me worry about that. I’ll take care of everything. No one will know about our… transaction, I can promise you that.”
He sounded tired, and a few minutes later, his breathing evened out, and she could tell that he had fallen asleep. His arm was still around her though, and he was still spooning against her. She considered trying to pull away, but decided that she didn’t have the energy. Besides, it felt nice to be held like this by him. And if it was what he wanted, then she was still obligated to oblige.
Her eyes drifted up to the window, seeing the moon hanging in the sky, it’s light being the only thing to illuminate the room. She wondered if she really did do the right thing in trading her body like this in exchange for Aang’s freedom. Not that she regretted doing it, for making sure Aang saved the world was indeed worth any sacrifice, and she had done what was necessary to see to it that that was still possible.
What she did regret was that everything that had happened during their interactions. She knew that it had evolved into something far more than what she had bargained for when she initially signed up for this. She hadn’t anticipated enjoying it so completely, she hadn’t anticipated wanting him so much. It almost felt like a betrayal of sorts to take such enjoyment in lying with the enemy.
Yes, she had expected some form of pleasure after the kiss he had given her, but nothing could have prepared her for what Zuko had made her experience. One shouldn’t enjoy being in the arms of their enemy, even if that enjoyment was purely physical. Prior to that, she had refused to even acknowledge any form of attraction she had towards the Fire Prince.
She had always thought that Zuko was handsome, regardless of his scar. Ever since he had first stepped off his ship and demanded to know where the Avatar was. She could acknowledge that much now. But physical features and personality were two completely different things. And whenever she had pictured the enemy in her head, it had always been Zuko’s face that she saw. That had prevented her from ever noticing how attracted she was to him, how much she had lusted after him.
But there had always been some pretty intense chemistry between them, and a great deal of unresolved sexual tension. She realized that now after having been forced to face her own desires. Zuko had apparently noticed it long before her, hence had been the source of his desire for her that she had picked up on while not recognizing her own.
Thinking back on it now, she realized that it had been there for a long time now, dating all the way back to the time when he had ‘saved her from the pirates’, as he had put it. That was when their chemistry seemed to have first developed, and she had been in denial of it all this time, not even recognizing it for what it was until she had been naked in Zuko’s arms. Had she really been that ignorant or that deep in denial all this time?
That clearly hadn’t been the case for Zuko though. There had been no denying the sexual tension between them on his part, and over the years, she had picked up on his lust for her during their encounters. It had been why she offered herself to him in exchange for Aang’s freedom, gambling on that fact that this would be the only way he would ever get to have her in his bed. And it had worked. But she hadn’t expected her own desires to be dragged out into the open like this and dangled in front of her face.
Internally, she shook her head. So what if she found Zuko to be attractive? Who cared if the chemistry and sexual tension them was so palpable that you could practically cut through it with a knife? What did it matter that Zuko was damn good in bed? All those things were purely physical. They had nothing to do with love and relationships; matters of the heart were different.
She’d had a similar experience with Jet as well. And while she didn’t know what the Freedom Fighter leader was like in bed, there had been chemistry and sexual tension between them as well. Of course, finding out what a rotten person he really was had effectively killed her crush on him, but that didn’t change the fact that she still found him to be attractive or that there had been chemistry between the two of them.
True, it had been nowhere near the level of chemistry and sexual tension like the kind between her and Zuko, and she found the Fire Prince to be even more attractive than Jet, but it still didn’t change anything. The physical was one thing, emotions were another. Zuko was still the enemy, and her feelings for him hadn’t changed in that regard. She would just have to deal with the attraction and chemistry she felt between them. And who knew, maybe now that they had slept together, they’ll have gotten each other out of their system.
With that thought in mind, her eyes began to droop. Come morning, considering Zuko kept his word, she and the others would be out of here. She didn’t know exactly how Zuko planned on smuggling them out without letting his crew, Aang, or Sokka figure out that it was him who was letting them go, but that was his problem to work out. She had fulfilled her end of the deal, and now it was his turn. And this bargain they had made would be a secret that they would both take to their grave.
Besides, if Sokka or Aang ever did somehow find out, theirs grave would probably be where they would end up since the two of them would undoubtably kill Zuko while she would die of embarrassment. And with that mortifying thought in mind, her eyes slid shut and she fell into a dreamless sleep.
She didn’t know how long she slept before suddenly waking up. It seemed that after sleeping outside in sleeping bags on the hard ground for so long, being in a warm, comfortable bed meant for royalty, with said royalty spooned up against her, not to mention both of them being completely naked, well, the difference in environment had disrupted her sleep as she shifted about, causing her to jolt awake in the middle of the night, lifting her head from the pillow and looking around the dark room.
It took her a few moments to remember where she was, but soon the memories surfaced, causing her to turn a deep shade of red as she recalled what she and Zuko had done. Her lower body ached as a result of their activities, further reminding her that she not only had sex, but was no longer a virgin. But she had already come to terms with that, and so settled back down on the pillow.
Her gaze went back up to the window, where moonlight poured through to offer the room some illumination, and she wondered how long she had been asleep. Judging by the position of the moon compared to where she remembered it being before she had fallen asleep, it had only been a couple hours; as a Waterbender, she was very in tune with the celestial body. She was surprised she hadn’t slept longer with how exhausted Zuko had left her, different sleeping environment or not.
The Fire Prince in question was still holding her, their legs intertwined and his arms securely wrapped around her, the blankets covering them up to their shoulders, even though she felt quite warm in Zuko’s embrace. At least she hadn’t woken him up with her movement. It was going to be awkward enough seeing him in the morning, waking him up in the middle of the night would just make it all the more awkward, especially with how entangled they were.
“Katara?” his voice came from behind her.
She resisted the urge to groan. It appeared her jerking upon awakening had stirred him from his sleep after all. So much for avoiding any additional awkwardness. What were they supposed to do now? Just settled back down and fall asleep in each other’s arms again like long-time lovers? Everything about the situation screamed awkward, and she just wanted to crawl beneath the covers and disappear.
“Katara?” he asked again. “Are you alright?”
She debated whether she should just pretend to be asleep or not, but decided there wouldn’t be a point; he already knew that she was awake. Instead, she let out a sigh, still refusing to look at him. “I’m fine. Just not used to sleeping in a real bed after all this time.”
She heard him grunt in response and pull her closer to him. She let him, then closed her eyes, waiting for sleep to reclaim her, trying not to feel guilty over the fact that she was in a nice, warm, comfy bed while Sokka and Aang were probably in a cold, dark cell. But she had done what she could for them, they just had to hold out until morning, and for however long it took for Zuko to release them.
Speaking of Zuko, his hand had found her breast again, and he began kneading it gently. She felt his lips press against the back of her neck in a lingering kiss before he began kissing along her nape and shoulder blades. She tried to ignore what he was doing to her, but her body responded to the stimulation as her nipples pebbled under his touch, and she felt herself waking up more rather than falling back into sleep.
She bit and sucked on her bottom lip as he stroked and tweaked her hardened nipple. Her breathing started to become heavier and she squeezed and rubbed her legs together, trying to dissipate the tingling that was starting in her nether region. She could feel Zuko’s member against her backside and felt him start to grow hard. He untangled their legs and pressed himself against her backside, and Katara’s breath hitched as he ground himself against her rear.
She grew aroused under his touches and began shifting about, and Zuko rose up higher, kissing up her shoulder. Tossing the covers off them, he turned her to lay on her back, and then continued kissing across her chest. He took a nipple into his mouth and began sucking and swirling his tongue around the nub, causing a light whimper to escape her.
“Zuko!” she gasped out when he gently took her nipple between his teeth and gave it a light tug.
He glanced up at her, and Katara sucked in a breath as she looked up at him. They stared at each other for a few moments, and Katara could see the renewed desire in his eyes before Zuko released her nipple and moved up to kiss her. Without thinking, she tilted her head up to meet him, and their lips met, his tongue slipping into her mouth to meet hers. They kissed like it was the most natural thing in the world, and Katara felt herself wake up fully. Zuko reached up and cupped her face, and slowly laid down next to her as their lips continued moving together.
The hand cupping her cheek moved down her body, coming to a stop on her hip, and he coaxed her to turn onto her side. She complied, shifting next to him until the two of them were lying on their sides facing each other. Zuko pulled her closer, and Katara’s hands came up between them, touching his hard chest. His hand on her hip stroked up and down her side before taking hold of her leg and pulling it to wrap around him, allowing him to press against her so she could feel how turned on he was, and Katara inhaled in response as she felt his hardness against her core.
“Agni, I want you so much, Katara,” he whispered against her lips.
His words snapped her back to her senses, making her realize what he was doing, what she was doing. She had simply begun responding to his touch with hardly a thought. No, she couldn’t allow this to happen. She couldn’t allow herself to give into forbidden pleasure again.
Her hands on his chest went from feeling his muscles to pushing him away as she turned her head when he moved to kiss her again. “Wait, Zuko. Don’t, no.”
He stopped and gave her a confused look. “What’s wrong?”
Taking a few calming breaths, she took a few seconds to rein in her desires. “This isn’t right. We can’t do this. We’re not lovers.”
She realized the irony of this claim in saying it while they were in bed together with their naked bodies so intimately pressed together. Zuko seemed to be thinking the same thing and ground their neither regions together, causing her eyelids to flutter and her mouth to fall open.
“I think recent events prove otherwise,” he told her in a playful manner.
She blushed. Technically, he was right. “You know what I mean. We had a deal. I gave myself to you in exchange for Aang’s release. So all of this,” she waved her hand around, “is done now.”
She said this, but a small voice in the back of her mind pointed out that she herself still hadn’t moved away from him. She ignored the voice, but after a moment, began to shift away from him, removing her leg from around his waist.
Zuko suddenly pulled her closer to him again, and Katara gasped as their bodies pressed against each other once more. “I don’t think so, Katara. If I recall, you didn’t agree to simply give yourself to me. You said I could have you for one night. One night. That was our deal.” He once again rubbed their intimate areas together. “And the night is far from over.”
Katara’s eyes widened, both from the contact and from his words. He was right, she had said that he could have her for one night. In fact, she had specifically said that, wanting to make her terms clear. At the time though, for some reason, it hadn’t really occurred to her that he might take her more than once. Once they had finished, she had thought that that would be it. How naïve she had been.
But could she really bring herself to sleep with Zuko again? Especially now that she knew what it would be like? Her body was most definitely screaming yes, but her mind wasn’t so sure. This had already gone far beyond what she had expected. She was only supposed to tolerate his touch, not enjoy it, and definitely not so completely.
But she had said one night. One night, not one time. That was their deal, even if it hadn’t been what she had meant. But could she really risk him not letting Aang go if she didn’t fulfill her end of the bargain in full? Technically, he would be in his right not to, even if he already told her that he would make the arrangements. She had already come this far, even giving up her virginity, could she really take that chance?
No, she couldn’t. Especially when the source of her reluctance was fear of just how good he could make her feel.
Sighing, she let her body go slack in resignation. Zuko seemed to pick up on her surrender and leaned in to kiss her. They resumed their make out session, their kisses growing much more heated. The now familiar knot began forming in her stomach against as her hands clenched into fists between them in frustration over her body’s reaction and the desire she felt to be fulfilled once more. She was a little sore from their previous love session a few hours ago, but the memory of the pleasure to come was more than enough to override that concern.
Katara allowed herself to stop thinking and simply focused on feeling as she let herself get swept away in their kiss. Her hands slowly unclenched to find place on his chest again, then moved up to his shoulders, and then circled around them. Zuko’s arms around her kept her close as he humped against her, and she caught herself humping back, not even sure when she started doing it. It almost scared her how she could get so wrapped up in passion that she could lose herself like this, but lose herself she did.
Keeping hold of her, Zuko turned to lay on his back, pulling her over him. She practically laid on top of him as they made out, and Zuko’s hands began rubbing up and down her back, cupping and squeezing her rear, rubbing his hardness against her nether region. His touch felt good, but then, everything he had done to her felt good, making her wonder if it was normal to have this much of a reaction to a person. Was it something between them personally, their intense chemistry and long period of unresolved sexual tension, or was it just his own skills as a lover?
No, she doubted it was just that. No mere touch simply felt that good. He had claimed that Firebenders made for great lovers, which was a claim she had heard in the past from gossip. She hadn’t believed such talk when she heard it, thinking that the Fire Nation would be anything other than selfish and brutal in bed, just as they seemed to be in all things, but Zuko had backed up the rumor, and she most definitely believed it now after having experienced it herself. She didn’t think she would ever find another lover as good as Zuko. But still, something was telling her that this level of intensity was still something exclusive to the two of them.
When their kiss finally ended, Katara rested her forehead against Zuko’s, keeping her eyes closed. She was already breathing heavily, and her heart was racing. She wondered if he could feel her heartbeat, despite her breasts squashed up against him. She felt one of his hands rub her back and reach her head, pushing some of her disheveled hair out of her face.
“Katara?” he said questioningly, and she opened her eyes to look into his lust-filled yellow orbs. She noticed that they had darkened again, taking on more of a gold hue, but then she was distracted by his next words. “Do you remember when I used my mouth on you?”
She blushed at the memory, but nodded. She still couldn’t believe that such a simple act had brought her so much pleasure. While his fingers had been a familiar experience, albeit far better than her own, his mouth had been otherworldly. As for his member, she didn’t even have words for what he had done with that.
He stroked her hair again. “I’d enjoy it very much if you did that to me too.”
She blinked, coming out of her thoughts, not sure she had heard him correctly. “What?”
His hand came down to cup her cheek, and he gently ran his thumb over her lips. “I said I’d like it if you also used your mouth on me.”
Yes, that’s what she thought he said, and she stared at him in response, completely bamboozled. He wanted her to use her mouth on him? She had heard talk of such an act in the bedroom, but hadn’t considered it as something she might have to do when she offered herself to him. But then, it seemed that there had been a lot of things she hadn’t considered when making that offer. And with as much as she had enjoyed his mouth of her, she could understand why he would want to feel her mouth on him.
Her first immediate reaction was to tell him that that was disgusting. The words failed her before she even had a chance to speak them though when she was shocked to find that the idea wasn’t as unappealing as she thought it would be. She remembered how upon first hearing of such an activity in the past that her initial reaction had been revulsion. But now, in this moment, she wasn’t finding the idea to be quite so repulsive. In fact, she was surprised to find herself feeling almost… curious? Intrigued? Aroused?
“I’ve never…” she found herself saying as she averted her eyes and turned away. “I mean, I don’t really know how to…”
The hand cupping her cheek moved down to take hold of her chin, and he gently turned her head so she was facing him again. “It’s ok, I can tell you what to do. You didn’t know how to make love at first either, but you did that beautifully.” She blushed at his words, and he gave her a chaste kiss. “I’d like you to do this for me, Katara.”
He said it almost as a request, though Katara knew he could have demanded it of her. In addition to agreeing to give herself to him for the night, she had also promised that he could do whatever he wanted with her; that she did remember. And that would include having her use her mouth. But if she refused him this, would he refuse to free Aang? What other erotic acts would she be made to experience before the night was over?
One thing at a time though. Right now, he was only requesting, and a part of her wondered if he would insist upon it if she refused. From the way he had treated her so far, seeing to her comfort and pleasure before his own, she didn’t think he would. But if she was willing, then it wouldn’t even be an issue. The question was, was she willing?
Sliding off of him, she looked down the length of his body. His cock was fully erect, pointing almost seemingly right up at her. She stared at it for a few moments before hesitatingly moving down the bed to his lower body until his cock was right in front of her face.
She hadn’t seen it right up close like this earlier, and could admit that the sight would have been intimidating if she didn’t know what wonderful things he could do with it, and she found herself wanting to return the pleasure he had given her. She supposed that meant she was willing, and whether she could refuse him or not wouldn’t even be an issue. And besides, wouldn’t using her mouth on him be… safer for her sanity than to take him inside her?
She looked up at him uncertainly. “How am I supposed to…?”
She couldn’t bring herself to say it, it was too embarrassing, but her question was obvious.
“Start by taking it in your hand,” he instructed. “Get a feel for it.”
She hesitated again, taking a few moments to compose herself before reaching out. She paused just shy of touching it though, hesitating once more. She wasn’t sure why since it had already been inside her, so simply touching it with her hand shouldn’t have been a big deal.
She reached for it again, and her fingers circled around it as she took him in her hand. He felt smooth and hard, and so searing hot that she thought it would burn her palm. It didn’t though, and she gripped him firmly, feeling him twitch in her grasp. She slowly bent it upward until he was sticking straight up, treating it as gently as if it were made of glass.
Zuko chuckled. “It’s not going to break, Katara,” he joked, making her blush. “But keep going, your touch feels good. Move you hand up and down. Stroke me.”
Her blush deepened. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, but do it she did, slowly stroking her thumb over him while maintaining her grip. After several seconds of this though, Zuko’s own hand gently covered hers and he showed her how to stroke him. She began moving her hand up and down his length, and when she seemed to get the hang of it, he released her hand and let her do it on her own.
She continued to stroke him, taking note of how his breathing changed, indicating that he was enjoying what she was doing. Up and down her hand went, from the base of his bulbous head to the root of his cock and up again. She started going faster, watching as the bead of clear fluid that had seeped out of the tip grew larger and larger. She paused in her strokes and ran her thumb over the top, smearing the liquid over the smooth head, and she heard him groan in response.
“That’s good, Katara,” he complimented in a husky voice. “Keep doing that. The head is the most sensitive part of man’s cock, much like the clitoris for a woman. I’m very much enjoying your touch.”
As embarrassing as his instructions were, she also found them to be equally as arousing. She also couldn’t help but note the level of power she had over him in this position with full access to his genitals like this, and what she could do to him. It must take a great deal of trust for a man to grant a woman this kind of power. Was it because he simply trusted her not to hurt him, or was it because Aang and her brother were his prisoners and their freedom hung in the balance, so he knew that she wouldn’t dare to try anything like that? Or maybe, like her, he was letting his desires affect his judgment. One thing was certain, he was definitely enjoying her touch.
“How long should I do this for?” she asked, feeling awkward.
He lifted his head from where he had been laying back on the pillow and looked down at her. “Until you feel comfortable enough to move on.”
Her face reddened; she wished she would stop blushing so much. She knew what “move on” meant, and she looked at his cock as it twitched in her grip. Was she really going to…? She had to admit, she was curious to see how he would react to her oral stimulation skills. Her non-existent oral stimulation skills. She had no idea how to pleasure someone with her mouth. Not outside of a kiss anyway. Perhaps that would be the best way to start.
Shifting forward, she tilted his cock closer so it was pointed at her. Then she leaned in and placed a kiss to the head. She repeated this a few times, and then moved lower, trailing kisses up and down the length. She heard a breath escape Zuko and took that as a good sign. As long as he was enjoying what she was doing, then she was doing her job; Aang’s freedom depended on it, or so she told herself.
“Use your tongue too, Katara,” he instructed. “Lick up and down it. And don’t forget to pay attention to my balls.”
More blushing. This felt so lewd, but she did as he said. Her tongue snaked out and she gave his cock a lick from the bottom to the top. She heard him groan and did this several more times before turning her head sideways and trailing her tongue up and down his length. She also did as he said and began fondling his balls, and was once gain reminded of the level of power this gave her with how easily she could hurt him like this.
She pushed the thought aside to focus on the task at hand as she alternated between locking and pumping him. The wetness of her saliva made her pumps smoother as she moved her hand up and down. She lifted her head to look down at it, and saw that more pre-cum had appeared at the top. And before she even fully realized what she was doing, she licked it up.
“Agni, Katara,” Zuko groaned in response. “Whoever would have thought that you were a beginner at any of this.”
Deciding to take that as a compliment, she looked up at him as she resumed pumping his shaft, seeing that he was once again facing the ceiling with his eyes closed. “I’m just trying to make sure I please you.”
“Well, you’re doing a damn fine job of it. Now, try taking me in your mouth.”
Her stomach flipped and she looked down at his cock again. Slowly, she leaned forward and opened her mouth. Her lips partially slipped over the head, ending in more of an open-mouth kiss. She went for it again, this time taking his whole head into her mouth. From the gossip she’d heard of this act, she was meant to suck on it, so she did just that, drawing upon it succulently.
Zuko hissed in response, so she continued sucking, going even harder. The taste wasn’t repulsive as she thought it would be, and she could taste his flesh along with the saltiness of his pre-cum, and even traces of herself from when they had made love earlier. She still couldn’t believe that she actually had his cock in her mouth, but was even more surprised to realize how aroused she was by doing this for him. If anything, she thought it would be a turnoff.
Growing bolder, she began sucking on him even harder, swirling her tongue around his head. When she used the tip of her tongue to probe the tiny slit at the tip, she heard him moan. “Gods, that’s good, Katara. Try taking more of me in.”
More? She supposed she could, and so lowered her head further, taking in more of him. She fit as much of him in as she could, then lifted her head off him to take a breath. She took a few moments to compose herself before taking him into her mouth again. Her hand came up to grasp what remained of his length that her mouth wasn’t covering, and she began pumping him as she continued to suck.
She jumped slightly when she suddenly felt Zuko’s hands on her head, but relaxed as he massaged her scalp. He then began guiding her head’s movements, gently applying pressure to bring her up and down as she bobbed her head on his cock. He began making small thrusts upwards in time with her movements, his hips rising up as her head came down. This caused him to go even deeper, and she began to feel him hit the back of her throat.
“Yes, that’s it, Katara,” he complimented, now watching her with a raised head. “Go deeper now. Take me into your throat.”
Her eyes widened, a shiver of anxiety flashing in them. He wanted her to take him into her throat? How was she supposed to do that? Would she even be able to breathe? Did people actually do that?
He seemed to pick up on her trepidation. “Just go slow. Relax your throat muscles and swallow me down. Breathe through your nose. I’ll help you. If it becomes too much, just give me a pinch.”
She gave him an uncertain look, but after a few moments, she attempted to relax her throat muscles like he said. She lowered her head a little more, Zuko pushing down on it a little more to help her, and she felt his cock start to work its way down her throat. Her gag reflex activated, and she began to cough. She pulled her head back, and Zuko let her, but she kept him in her mouth.
She remained over him, his cock still in her mouth, as she took deep breaths through her nose, Zuko’s hands still gently massaging her head. After several seconds, she felt a light pressure on the back of her head again from Zuko’s hands, almost as if he were silently asking her to proceed. She began lowering herself down again, and this time was better prepared when his cock started entering her throat. She was able to take more of him down this time and keep him there longer before needing to pull off him again.
It took several more attempts, but finally she was able to take him in fully. Her lips were wrapped around the base of his cock, her nose buried in his pubic hair. She couldn’t believe it, but she had actually taken him in fully. She could feel him in her throat and did her best to breathe through her nose, the small wisps of air slipping past the cracks of space not occupied by his member. A loud grunt escaped Zuko as her throat muscles massaged his length, and she lifted her eyes as much as possible to look up at him.
He was watching her as well, his gaze filled with desire. He slowly began thrusting into her mouth, and she jerked slightly at the movement. He was careful with his movements as he rose and lowered his hips. It triggered Katara’s gag reflex again, but she did her best to control it as her face turned redder and redder. She coughed around his cock and gave him a pinch like he said, and Zuko immediately removed his hands, allowing her to pull her head off him, where she proceeded to cough.
As her coughing fit subsided, she felt Zuko’s hands tangle soothingly in her hair. “I’m sorry. I guess that was too much for your first time.”
Catching her breath, she looked up at him, noting that he seemed concerned for her. “No, I’m ok. That was just…”
She trailed off, unsure of how to describe it. Truth be told, it hadn’t been an unpleasant experience. Not at first anyway. When she had begun to work him down into her throat, it had just become… perhaps intense was the best word for it, maybe difficult or strenuous. But what really surprised her was just how aroused she had become. She was dripping wet and overcome with the desire to touch herself. Never would she have thought that the act of using her mouth on a man would turn her on so much.
“A bit much,” she agreed with him.
He continued stroking her hair. “Maybe we could try something that will make it a little easier.”
She gave him a curious look. “What do you mean?”
He smiled at her, and then climbed off the bed. Turning back to her, he patted the mattress. “Come over here. Lay down here on your back with your head hanging off the side.”
Katara’s face instantly became crimson. Oh, gods, were they actually discussing… different positions!? How much further beyond her expectations was this going to go? She’d thought that she would just have to lay there like a dead fish and let him have his way with her for a few minutes, maybe kiss and touch him a but in return. But all this pleasure, all this intimacy, these lengthy love sessions, these different positions and sexual acts. Why did none of this occur to her?
Yet all the same, she found herself moving towards the edge of the bed, crawling across the mattress over to him, and it wasn’t because she wanted to do this, she told herself. This was all still just to save Aang, to secure his freedom and save the world. And when she reached the edge of the bed, she laid down and turned over onto her back, letting her head and hair hang over the side.
“Like this?” she asked, looking up at him questioningly.
He moved in front of her, his cock inches from her face. “That’s perfect. Now…”
He leaned over her and pressed a kiss to her stomach. He caressed it for a few moments, kissing around her bellybutton, making her shiver, before rising up. Taking hold of his cock, he pointed it at her face and moved closer, bringing it to her mouth.
“Open up, Katara,” he told her.
She hesitated for a moment before obeying. As her lips parted, he pressed into her mouth, working himself inside. When she felt him hit the back of her throat, she relaxed her throat muscles, breathing through her nose. Just like before, he began making his way down her throat as she completely swallowed his cock.
Reaching out, he ran his fingers over her throat, and Katara realized that he was actually stroking his own cock through her throat. She also realized that he was right, this position was easier based on the angle to swallow him down, though it wasn’t the most comfortable for her neck, and her head hanging upside-down like this was making her a little dizzy.
But those things were soon forgotten as he began slowly and gently moving his cock in and out of her throat, thrusting into her mouth. Closing her eyes, she did her best to control her gag reflex as she breathed through her nose, muffled sounds escaping her as she repeatedly swallowed his cock.
As his movements sped up, she felt his hands on her breasts, and he began massaging as them as he moved his hips. She could hear him taking hissing inhales of air as he thrusted into her mouth, and his hands began caressing her stomach as well. Then one of them moved lower, and she felt it on her pubic region, and then he was touching her. She moaned around his cock as she felt his finger probe her, but also felt mortified at the thought of him feeling how wet she had become from having him in her mouth.
Her thoughts were soon preoccupied though by the feel of his fingers thrusting into her in time with his cock movements. She gripped the sheets, pulling at them as she squirmed about. Strange, garbled sounds began escaping her every time Zuko thrusted into her mouth, her lips meeting the base of his length each time.
After several minutes of this, a strained groan escaped him and he removed his fingers from her as he stood up straight, grabbing her breasts. He seemed to be using them as leverage as he thrusted into her mouth at a faster, even pace. There really was no other way to say it, he was fucking her face. Her gargled grunts came out almost continuously as he thrusted into her, emitting his own grunts with every thrust.
“Shit, Katara,” he growled out. “I’m going to…”
He trailed off, his words dissolving into a series of grunts. Shoving himself into her mouth one final time, Katara felt his cock begin jerking in her throat as his release rushed forth. His sac scrunched up against her face as he spurted his seed directly down her esophagus. Leaning over, he gripped her breasts almost painfully tight, resting his head on her stomach, his body jerking in time with his cock’s spurts.
After several long seconds, his release came to an end, and his legs seemed to lose their strength. His cock was pulled free of her mouth as he collapsed to his knees. With her throat passage clear, Katara lifted her and turned to her side, feeling the last traces of his seed slide down her throat as she gasped for air.
Zuko remained on his knees as he rested against the bed, but then turned to sit down, leaning back against the bed. Katara laid down on the bed, resting on her side, her head right next to his, both of them panting heavily.

(A/N: Guess Katara knows how to use her mouth for things other than making speeches about hope. Sorry if that joke was in poor taste, I just couldn't resist. But yeah, like I said in the Author's Note at the beginning, these two will be going through several different things. It looks like Katara really didn't consider many things when she made her deal with Zuko, from what exactly climbing into bed with him means to how long she's going to have to stay in bed with him. There's still a lot of night to go, but surely Katara's ordeal is over now, right? Guess we'll just have to wait and see.)
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